i hate myself.
i hate how my hair falls over my eyes,
how my lips get so dry i lick them only for them to get swollen,
i hate the way i scratch my skin like a dog,
how when i look in the mirror the first thing i see is my double chin,
the way my chest goes up and down with every breath,
i hate how i can't even tell my own mother i love her.
i hate myself.
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Facklitteraturin the mind, there's so much you want to tell people but just can't. It's like your mind is trapped in an endless void, waiting for a miracle that'll never come. tries to update Wednesdays and Sundays.
